outsiderslogs | intro log

who. everyone!
what. entering omega.
where. landing pads
when. today
warnings. none for now

You’re not sure how it happened.

A minute ago, you had somewhere to go, someplace to be. Maybe something important to do, or maybe you were just going out to buy groceries. Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter anymore.

You’re in some kind of transport -- a shuttle, given the turbulence and the sounds outside. You’re surrounded by strangers, some of whom might not even be the same species you are. There’s no point in asking. They don’t know how they got here either. The cockpit’s blocked off, like someone forgot to put in a door, and not even a glance at your omni-tool -- a holographic interface accessible by merely tapping the sensor on your left arm -- is any help.

You’ve only got a minute or so before the shuttle starts descending. There aren’t any windows -- this doesn’t look like a shuttle meant for long trips. When it finally touches down, the doors open automatically.

Before you are landing pads, abandoned equipment scattered about. There are other shuttles landing, and whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to get off before yours dumps you out the door. Turn around, and you’re met with a hazy skyline, only half the buildings seem to be coming from above.

Welcome to Omega.

ooc notes
You’re free to expand past the landing area, but please start all threads here. Please remember that your character will not have housing until Aria makes a post granting it; it’ll be on

outsiders and linked here when it goes up.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Wash turns, instinctively holding onto his poor cat closer, and he can't help but stare for a couple seconds at the guy's armor. They might have different armor here, but his just looks completely out of place.

He catches himself after a moment and frowns behind his visor, irritation creeping into his tone. Everyone seems to have an opinion, and none of them are good. ]

I'm not getting rid of it. I just need to find someplace safe.

And does this hell look like it has anything resembling safe?

[He gestures at the sprawling skyline of Omega.]

Keep it if you have to, but it'll make your life harder here.

Then I'll fit right in.

[ Things going easy? Yeah, no, that's for other people. Life likes taking a dump on Wash. ]

What about you? You look... [ He gestures at.. whatever the guy is wearing. ] Well, that doesn't exactly look bulletproof.

['Scuse you, that's authentic Chinese armour. Maybe not so good for bullets (what in the world are bullets anyway??), but it'll take arrows, spears, swords, even magical blasts from Taoist fans. ]

What do you take me for? Some weakling scholar? I can take care of myself!

[To accentuate the point, he taps the hilt of his podao, attached to a sheathe at his side.]

...I can see that.

[ Right. Usually best not to piss off the guy with the sword, armor or no. Wash lets out a huff of a breath and looks the man over, raising an eyebrow behind his visor. ]

So what are you then?

Name's Xiahou Dun. I'm a general for the Wei army and Lord Cao Cao's right-hand man, so don't you forget it!

[So, just your stereotypical arrogant ancient Chinese general stuck in a futuristic dystopia in space.]

What about yourself? Your armour is strange. Not exactly military standard, but I know a few who don't comply with the norm either.

[He's got a comrade who goes around with little to no protection, dances around the battlefield screaming "BEAUTY!!" every two seconds.]

You seem more the mercenary type.

...Freelancer, actually.

[ He's definitely getting the "out of place" vibe from this guy, though Xiahou doesn't seem as bothered by it as others tend to be. After spending a year in a space station full of people from alternate realities, he's seen most of the typical reactions, but this is far from the worst of them. ]

I'm with the UNSC. Hey, can you tell me what year it was for you back home?

[As the conversation with America has already proven, he's quite aware of how great the time gap between him and other people could be. He's still a sceptic about this whole time travel nonsense thing though; surely that was just a bizarre, one-off incident.]

210 AD. Why, is it 2013 for you too?

[The sarcasm is thick with this one.]

[ PAAAAAAAAAAAUSE.

Wash has met his fair share of people from the past, but never anyone as far back as this guy. He can't help but stare at him for a moment, eyes wide behind his visor, and the incredulity can't help but leak into his voice. ]

That's-- that's, uh, a long time ago for me.

[ see: POWER ARMOR. ]

It is-- or, well, it was 2554. Back home, I mean.

[An equally long pause and stare is Dun's only answer to that. For once, he's speechless. The only thing he can do is open and close his mouth, and when words fail him he just rubs his temples and shakes his head in disbelief. How could he be so far off from his home, destination and time-wise!?]

...

I'll... give you a minute.

[ Wash has seen this reaction before. ~~Mostly in himself.~~ It is not pretty. ]

[All Dun can do is give a small nod of gratitude before he sits down and tries to accept the situation. How is all of this happening, and why to him? Is this a curse of some kind? Usually when you get cursed, you get horribly sick and nightmares until you die. And if this was a nightmare, then it's the most bizarre and crazy one he's ever had.

This all just didn't make any sense. He's never been a great thinker; how's he going to figure this out and get back home?]

[ Wash lets him have the space, because anyone who's been through a jump like this needs it to adjust. In this guy's case, Wash can only imagine it'll take more than a few minutes, but you go with what you have. ]

You all right?

[ Of course he's not, but hey, he's trying. ]

Do you think I'm alright?

[He didn't mean to snap but this is really something outside of anything he's ever dealt with. There aren't even stories or myths of legends in his culture that he can refer to, not to his knowledge anyway. Well, he could compare it to being kidnapped by spirits but likening this situation to that didn't make it any better either, considering that people rarely escaped unscathed from the supernatural.

Dun grit his teeth and took a deep breath. No point antagonizing this guy, not when he's been nothing but polite. Stupid, maybe, but still polite. He doesn't deserve his bark nor his bite, so when he does speak again he's calmer and his tone is courteous.]

But I will be. Thank you for your concern.

Edited 2013-03-14 16:37 (UTC)

Good luck. Think you need it more than I do.

[ Wash shrugs. To be honest, there's not a whole lot he can do. Most of the people here look disoriented at best, and he has a feeling he's one of the few with experience in being plucked out of his own universe and dropped somewhere else. Adding a millennium or two on top of that is a little much. ]

I'm Wash, by the way. I can't really help you with... well, all this, but it'll get easier.

[ ... ]

Probably.

I don't need any luck.

[Because if anything, he's just been having a string of bad luck in his life and he hasn't found much good luck anywhere. Straightening himself up, he turns to Wash and nods his way.]

Xiahou Dun. You'd best remember that name. And I'll make my own way here, with or without the God of Luck's help.

[He's not in the mood for any further chats with this guy at the moment, not when he saw Dun at a moment of weakness. So he heads off in a different direction, calling back over his shoulder.]

Until we meet again.

intro log

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

WOW i did not realize this was this late. sorry!

No worries!

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject